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His bedroom door was wide open and the light was on. I skidded to a stop in front of the door and froze.
“Don’t stop!” Hugo cried out
, gasping for breath. “Don’t come yet!”
“Move it, baby,” Daddy answered passionately as he rode Hugo’s naked white ass.
Hugo burrowed his face deeper into bedding and clutched a pillow with both hands. “Umm.”
Daddy saw me first.
My feet were rooted to the floor as my brain tried to process the scene before me.
“Saundra! Oh, Jesus! Saundra!” Daddy finally yelped.
The sound of his voice snapped me out of my trance. “What the fuck is going on here!” I screamed.
Hugo started pulling the bedding around them as Daddy just stared at me in shock.
The Indian bread rushed up from my stomach and seemed to lodge in my throat. I started to gag.
“Saundra! I can explain!”
In one huge gush, I threw up all over the floor. Then, screaming, I started walking backwards.
“Saundra, come back!” Daddy begged, “Where are you going?”
I turned and ran down the stairs and straight to my room without answering. I grabbed a shopping bag that was on the floor and hastily flung some clothes inside.
Daddy was standing at the bottom of the stairs when I came out. “Saundra, can we talk? I can explain everything.”
I raced past him, out the front door and ran across the lawn to our closest neighbor.
“Pastor Hoffman!” I screamed. “Pastor Hoffman!”
I was relieved when the elderly preacher opened his door. “Saundra, are you all right?” His eyes were wide with alarm.
“Can I come in and call a cab?”
He just stared at me and the shopping bag.
“Please?”
He peered past me, looking toward my house. “Has something happened to Detective Patterson? What is going on?”
“My father is fine. Can I come in?”
“Sure, honey.”
The door closed behind me. I had little to no time before Daddy came banging on that door. “I can’t stay at home tonight . . . please . . . it’s personal . . .”
Pastor Hoffman held up a hand. “I don’t like this Saundra. This ain’t like you at all. I’ll drive you wherever it is you’re going.”
Goddammit, I didn’t have time to argue with him. “I’m going to my sister’s house in Manhattan. Just call me a cab. I’ll be fine.”
“Where is your Daddy?”
Something inside me just snapped. “With all due respect, Pastor Hoffman, I am a grown woman. My father is at home and I’m leaving. Now, will you help me or not?”
